folding wormholes

truths

bigo — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 02:36:00 +0000

nani:	so are you at work
bigo:	..yeah
nani:	doing the same fucking shit you've done for like 6 years of your life that you'll never get back
nani:	i mean
nani:	how's work

"god of war" spoof trailer

bigo — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 23:20:00 +0000

spoofz.

..and this is a lighthouse operator being decapitated by a laser

bigo — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 21:14:00 +0000

Céleste Boursier-Mougenot at Barbican Centre, London

bigo — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 21:09:00 +0000

birds playin guitars

Sleep Talking Man

bigo — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 00:23:12 +0000

http://www.sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/

hilarious transcriptions of a sleep talker

Harbin Ice and Snow Sculpture Festival, China

bigo — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 09:30:21 +0000

"A woman holds a fox as she waits for tourists to take photos in Harbin, China, January 3, 2010. (REUTERS/Aly Song)" (http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/01/harbin_ice_and_snow_sculpture.html#photo24)

Shabazz Palaces - "Belhaven Meridian"

bigo — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 08:34:00 +0000

and with that...wonlove returns.

yo liu...

bigo — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 22:34:16 +0000

are you happy?

bigo — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 18:19:18 +0000

simple equation, no?

sick shot by federer

bigo — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 03:20:00 +0000

bulldogs are not meant for this earth..but damn they're cute

bigo — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:12:00 +0000

French Bulldog Can't Roll Over - watch more funny videos

shootin elephants

bigo — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:24:30 +0000

cat naps

bigo — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:18:03 +0000

Purritos

bigo — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 17:29:59 +0000

man...man that's cute

shabu shabu

bigo — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:39:00 +0000

nema:	i want to eat shabu.
nema:	shabu
nema:	shabu
nema:	shabu
nema:	shabu
nema:	shabu
bigo:	nice
nema:	i want to eat Shamu
bigo:	IT'S ON.
bigo:	you
bigo:	me
bigo:	whale
nema:	and spicy miso
nema:	that should be an asian porn name

I'm On A Boat

bigo — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 18:30:00 +0000

"I'm on a boat, motherfucker / don't you ever forget"

honestly

bigo — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

if i'm to speak my heart:
if i'm to take that turn which
orients one wing down towards the floor of the earth,
pulls the other wing up towards the cieling of the sky,
and when righted points me in some new direction...

then i would admit to this page that I love you,
that I wake with you on the tip of my tongue,
my arms wrapped around your memory and
my hands still clasped hard at the small of your back,
lingering in my lungs the scent of your neck...

and if i'm to make this admission freely,
behind a pane of glass that separates me from the sky,
dulled by an obvious sunday rain,
wrapped as I am in the sheets of my own bed with
a sleeping cat as my only witness...
if i'm to make such a bold admission to a page in a journal...

then i must admit also that i went to sleep in the same position,
lost to reminiscence and fantasy,
the space between us and the places where there is no space,
our last touch,
our next embrace...

so it appears that if i were a linguist,
I may remark that thoughts of you frame my sleep like a
parenthetical,
curved around my dreams that they might suffuse those hours as
an orthography,
a vast eye in a yet infinite storm...

and too, it seems that if i tilt my head to the other side,
and squint or open my eyes just so,
I might come to remark that the curves you
circumscribe
around my dreams don't only demarcate what lies inside;
that with a simple inversion of vision,
a twist in perspective,
I see that you just as easily contain the
waking moments of my days...
such that I cannot distingiush whether you
describe or
are described by
the hours of my life, and I trust that
it could not possibly matter,
because all these hours are the sweetest for it.

so i might eventually recognize
that no matter which way my head is oriented,
and no matter how shallow or deep my eyes are focused,
that the image always is the same which projects onto
that most precious nerve, to be subsumed into the electric
storm of our mind's mind:
the expansive vision of your slender frame,
radiant in the light of a sun that shines behind one iris,
resplendant in a moon's glow behind the other.

such that in the end, my Love,
when the parts are summed, and
the total proportions measured,
I should have no choice but to admit:

that i choose to wake to your glow;
that i would surround you in your sleep.

talking to the ocean

bigo — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

my heart's mind holds a million thoughts,
a million ideas, staged across the spectrum from
iota to universe,
a million words, magically arranged and subdivided into a million sentences,
a million questions, reasons -
a million heart beats -
and they all, every one of them,
funneled from my lungs,
arise from my chest through the chamber of my throat,
to crawl their way across the cavern of my mouth...

and just before the light:
just before i loose these larval notions, fully formed, upon the world -
winged beasts with power and strength and frightful solidity -

i realize that i am talking to an ocean who no longer calls me kin,
and like a mountaineer who's pushed his luck just before the climax of his conquest,
my mouth will not open,
and these words i cradled from birth submit and die quietly on the tip of my tongue

lo-lo's wisdom

bigo — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 00:37:00 +0000

lauren:	have you been sleeping with mr kittyface?
bigo:	god yes
bigo:	where would i be
bigo:	without that little animal
lauren:	is that gay?
bigo:	not with us
bigo:	it's just loving
lauren:	it's futonic

9 Myths About Yelp

bigo — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:14:49 +0000

http://officialblog.yelp.com/2009/02/9-myths-about-yelp.html

from the horse's mouth